Lilith & Libor
Wow, role-playing Halsey, you outperform, bravo, I'm impressed! The funny or scary thing about me is, I a Byronic kind of man don't need to play games. Thank God our lives apart are so interesting.❤️U
According to Jewish lore, Lilith was the first wife of Adam, the mother of Adam's demonic offspring following his separation from Eve. Lilith, a goddess among the Phœnicians, was the sister of Lucifer. The Bible, however, speaks of her only once as the spirit of the night. Although not mentioned directly, Lilith has been used to explain the two contradictory versions of Creation within the book of Genesis. Like Adam, Lilith was created from the dust and the earth, making them equal to one another, a symbol of autonomy, independence, and sexual liberation. She was an evil reflection of the feminine aspect of God along with Samael. Samael was the king of all demons, the angel of death, the husband of the demonic Lilith, and the archenemy of Michael the archangel and of Israel. Baby, can you change my pamper, I’ve just browned myself, I’m scared shitless, seriously? ‘Cause that would explain the whole Hamas thing and Israeli genocide of the Palestinian nation!
GAMEPLAY
STORY
The endless battle between the High Heavens and the Burning Hells rages on as chaos threatens to consume Sanctuary. With ceaseless demons to slaughter, countless Abilities to master, nightmarish Dungeons, and Legendary loot, this vast, open world brings the promise of adventure and devastation. Survive and conquer darkness – or succumb to the shadows.
Seeking refuge from the eternal conflict between the High Heavens and the Burning Hells, Inarius and Lilith formed Sanctuary and gave life to the Nephalem with the stolen Worldstone. Fearing for the destruction of her hybrid offspring, Lilith led a violent, protective act to protect the Nephalem; ultimately leading Inarius to turn his back on her, banishing her to the abyss, becoming enemies henceforth. Lilith’s return ushers in an age of darkness and misery. What fate awaits?
I don’t play games, ‘cause, generally, I find them stupid. I guess if I just played games I wouldn’t have the love life resume I have, would I, baby? Ah your Libor, the RRRomantic XXXpoet par excellence, who lives an eventful and scandalous life, phuck, baby, not me, became your celebrity over night to match your status.
Baby, you unwillingly made me Don Juan ‘cause I couldn’t find you for over 30 years. I was just a picaresque adventurer enjoying a series of amorous quests, but I never conquered you, when I thought I had you you always slipped away, so unfair, baby. No, I’m not a womanizer, no way, I don’t even know what a woman is. Hey, I’m like this Ken G Brown, I’m full of it.
But yeah, I like this bold dude Lord Byron, how he got inspired by my very exciting lifestyle. He’s got great taste like you baby, ‘cause I as a romantic poet and boring peer in my psychedelically melancholic essence don’t only symbolize but truly embody the revolutionary ideal of freedom, the higher art of rebellion, having created an immensely popular or notorious hero throughout my hole life career, who’s defiant, haunted by guilt. Ah baby, I’m such a strange mélange of good and evil that it would be difficult to describe me. Yet if you’re at it, am I not a glorious mixture of affectionate sweetness and playfulness, by which it’s impossible not to be attached?
Although you might say I also exhibit silent rages, moody sullenness, even revenge with a precocious bent for attachment and obsession, which is absurd. My self-awareness and personal promotion could be seen as a glamorous beginning of what would become the old school rock star. But yeah, sure, I instruct Lord Byron and other artists to paint portraits of me not with pen or book in hand, but as a man of action, decisive action. If I say I kiss I kiss, if I say I make love I make love, period! Baby, let’s kiss, I need to kiss you, that simple! Baby, let’s make love, that delicious! Action, not cut! Okay, I get it, if our dear fellow Substackers supported our Subtract love things would be much easier and we could do all that, sigh. So come on, guys, feel free to support us, be Byronic, not moronic, lol, at least, this time!
Even Friedrich Nietzsche admires me, my Byronic hero, presented as a perfectly idealized, but deeply flawed character whose attributes include great talent and passion, a lack of respect for rank and privilege, though I possess both, and a distaste for society and social institutions, is echoed in Nietzsche's “Superman”. And baby, there are so many others who glorify me, crowds, trolls, bots, whoever. Well, except all my ex-girlfriends and wives, obviously, lol! Like, for example, my last seemingly understanding ex, to whom I was incredibly nice, like to all of them, she asked me to keep banging her after the divorce, which I refused because of my love for you, baby, am I earning more love points here, yes, yes, yes, please please, bliss bliss, she got mad and gave me legally a little hell, again. Ah baby, I’m so relieved you’re not a lawyer, thank God the merciful, good heavens!
How could I ever fall in love with you? I must have been truly insane! Oh, by the way, you must be even more insane to have fallen in love with me. Okay, you know what, let’s get institutionalized in Love, deal! Baby, you won’t find a better vintage design, I’m the most fashionable poet of the day, of the century, of the universe. Wink wink? Oh no, the hell, the horrors! Of Lee Lee Libor!
Wait, Lord Byron lived at the beginning of the 19th century. Whoopsie, it doesn’t make any sense, how could he … nevermind. The Lord Byron was a British Romantic poet and satirist whose poetry and personality captured the imagination of Europe. Although made famous by the autobiographical poem Childe Harold's Pilgrimage and his many love affairs, he is perhaps better known today for the satiric realism of Don Juan. Aha, baby, and I’ve captured your reality or imagination, or am supposed to, got it. Bu bu but how could he know then that my current work features themes that deal with sublime feelings such as forbidden love, idealized love, and thwarted love, ha? Baby, could you please explain this to me, in detail, ‘cause you know everything, you’re so smart?
Halsey Performs "Lilith" from Diablo IV | The Game Awards 2022
CRADLE OF FILTH - Lilith Immaculate
Church bells resounded like judgement day
As they were making love
In the rainswept graveyard
She fucked him hard, silhouetted by flame
A monsoon Tigress set upon prey
Fall for the love of me
Crawl for the love of me
Drool for the love of my virulent sway
I grow more master the faster the days
Lilith Immaculate
This delectable reaper
Her eyes were profound
Drawing him in deeper
Until he was drowned
Hurled on the shore
Of the world underground
Lilith Immaculate
Mortal kind, a morbid wine
For this dark moon goddess
And freed to stretch her claws
This beautiful whore
Would be brutally honest
Tortuous one, taboos undone
A glittering star on a sea of myriad waves
And a thickening mist, a seductress
Leading lovesick hearts astray
Lilith
In the throes of orgasm, she bucked and he broke
At the height of the storm, the chaos they'd smote
Burning behind her in arabesque smoke
Framed a vision transformed as she sucked from his throat
Victoria smiled, her now golden eyes
Possessed a regal bearing
Of omnipotent power
From wet lips to her smouldering thighs
Her beauty perfected and her will agonised
Fall for the love of me
Crawl for the love of me
Drool for the love of my virulent sway
I grow more the master the faster the days
Lilith Immaculate
With dread single purpose
Her mind told him stay
She strode through the fire
Desire aflame
She murdered the nuns
In such horrible ways
Lilith Immaculate
"That night we lay entwined on hay
Inside a soldier's barn
Her panting breath an opiate
As in her bolder grasp
I caught the scent of desert sands
The Holy lands, the fall of reason
But only when I smelt the blood
Did I fear her colder hand"
"I am darkness, I am sin
The Queen of lust invited in
Reborn at last to cast my
Fecund shadow on this world
You shall worship me, enslaved
For many lovers shall I crave
And in return, I'll gladly pave
Your psycho path with pearls
For I have been grating
And waiting so long to find
The most perfect hostess close to me
Whose thin-ice troubled mind
Was like a cracked, black ornate mirror
To slip right through in time
When at last I wore Harmonia's necklace
The cursed twin serpents mine"
Tortuous one, debauchery won
The attention of Emperors, Princes and Tsars
For the toll of her kiss, no soul could dismiss
The advance of her throne from afar
This English rose with traits of those
Who graced the harems of the East
Adorned with thorns, she raised the horns
And scarlet hems to wasted priests
Fall for the love of me
Crawl for the love of me
Drool for the love of my virulent sway
I grow more master the faster the days
Lilith Immaculate
This delectable reaper
Her eyes were profound
They drew him in deeper
Until he was drowned
Hurled on the shore
Of the world underground
Lilith Immaculate
Fall for the love of me
Crawl for the love of me
Drool for the love of my virulent sway
I grow more master the faster the days
Lilith Immaculate
The flutes and sweet wine
Of her voice anodyne
Her power was growing
Every hour malign
The truth, Lilith's kingdom
Drew closer with time
The Byronic Man
As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho
Or the moon without the comfort of the stars
I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul
Is nothing but a spilled canopic jar
I proved it
Improved it
Drove a sonnet
Right through it
And in this state of bliss
Evil kissed with wet lips
Pen-filled Fingertips
Which through me
For through me
Illuminati usually pissed
But with words of some hurts worth
I threw a party that extended God's list
Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me
Reciting back the almanac of travesties
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto
Grown wild
This child
Whole harems defiled
Faustina's and Mina's
Lady Libertine and her sisters between her
What spread of lies arise when lovers die
Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
Crow against the virgin snow
Grown colder, my shoulder
Like a boulder beside her
And bolder, not wiser
My dark seed took up root inside her
That mouldered, where older
Beddings would hold a passionate sigh
But Laudanum and soda
Lord Numb coda
Merited a forest of inherited spite
Fleeing grief for foreign maps
I still played vampire aristocrat
Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps
Then shooting swans in a gondola
I tripped my foot on a fallen star
And there's nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar
To let you know just who you fucking are
The patron saint of heartache
I can't see my world is falling
The world is falling down
The patron saint of heartache
I Can't see my world is falling
The world is falling down
Everafter can they hear my laughter
The patron saint of heartache
Never craft a better bed of disaster
The Patron saint of heartache
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Taught in all debauch
In excess and in canto
They call me bad
Mad Caliban with manners
Dangerous to know
A passing fad
Whereupon I tell them
To go fuck their mothers
As so....
On my grave
Halsey, SUGA - Lilith (Diablo IV Anthem)
The more that you have, the more that they take
Well, I'm perfection when it comes to indiscretion
Might fuck around and just succumb to my
Aggression
I taste blood and it’s turned to an obsession
Baby, I'm confessin', yeah
You got me thinkin' that I was too mean
Well, everything that I say, I believe
Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve
And change like a season, reason for nothin'
I am disruptive, I've been corrupted
And by now, I don't need a fuckin' introduction
I been gone 'cause I been on this road too long
You know I get too caught up in a moment
I can't call it love if I show it
I just fuck things up if you noticed
Have you noticed? Tell me, have you noticed?
I get too caught up in a moment
I can't fall in love if I show it
I just fuck things up if you noticed
Have you noticed? Tell me, have you noticed?
I got a problem doin' things I'm not supposed to
But you did anything I told you
'Cause you'd let anybody with a body control you
And you know it too
You got me feelin' like I been too mean
And everything that I say, I believe
Tuck a knife with my heart up my sleeve
And fuck like a demon, do it like nothin'
I am disgustin', I've been corrupted
And by now, I don't need no help to be destructive
I been gone, yeah, I been on this road too long
I know you get too caught up in a moment
You can't call it love if you show it
We just fuck things up, yeah, I noticed
Yeah, I noticed, hear me, yeah, I noticed
Step out of the moment
That's been trappin' you in all this negativity of hatred and insanity
Don't dwell on the past, it's time to make a change
Look around, believe in what you see, I have returned to hell
You know I get too caught up in a moment
I can't call it love if I show it
I just fuck things up if you noticed
Have you noticed? Tell me, have you noticed?
I get too caught up in a moment
I can't fall in love 'cause I'm focused
I just fuck things up if you noticed
Have you noticed? Tell me, have you noticed?
The more that you give away
The more that you have
More that you give away
More that you have
The more that you give away
The more that you have, the more that they take
No, baby, Goddess of Fire, Goddess of Tonight, Goddess of Desire, I’m not being ironic, I’m kind of romantically Byronic.
Alanis Morissette - Ironic (Official 4K Music Video)
Hey, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ah-ah-ah, yeah
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery, and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
And isn't it ironic?
Don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought? It figures
Mr. Play-It-Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down
He thought, "Well, isn't this nice?"
And isn't it ironic?
Don't you think?
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought? It figures
Well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's going right
And life has a funny way of helping you out
When you think everything's gone wrong
And everything blows up in your face
It's a traffic jam when you're already late
A "No smoking" sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meeting the man of my dreams
And then meeting his beautiful wife
And isn't it ironic?
Don't you think?
A little too ironic
And yeah, I really do think
It's like rain on your wedding day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought? It figures
And yeah, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny, funny way of helping you out
Helping you out
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Libor your work is 🔥 I am Catholic...I have no knowledge of Lilith...very interesting